Thursday Afternoon - Travelling

It's not going well at this point. I have 100% faith that it will get better, but for now, meh.

So they bring Breakfast onthe plane. It's some sort of garbage, but I am all smug.

Rich: "I reserved a Fruit Plate... no garbage for me."

Steward: "Sorry, sir. There's no special orders for anyone on this flight. Here, have some slop."

So I ate what they called a enchilada topped with cheese, surrounded by some unidentifiable meat. Luckily, there wasn't much of it.

When I changed planes in Panama, I figured that I had to get *something* since they wouldn't have a Fruit Plate for me either. So I ate a disgusting Panamanian Airport Hot Dog.

If you're keeping track today, I forgot my baby carrots for the trip, and have eaten:
* Gross Split Pea Soup
* Horrible Airport Starbucks Chicken and Olive Sandwich on Hard Bread
* Slop/Enchilada with Unidentifiable Meat
* Disgusting Panamanian Airport Hot Dog

So what happens on the plane? The Stewardess says, "Senior Richman... (they have a hard time with 'Rich' as a first name) here's the Fruit Plate that you ordered."

What that means is, on flight #1, they gave my Fruit Plate to someone else, or ate it themselves.

Anyway, we land, I get through customs and immigration quickly, and the taxi takes me to my apartment. It really *should* get better from here on in.